1. Earlier this week, I had a fifth grade boy in my class who was Kurt Hummel-levels of fabulous. Far be it from me to judge a person’s sexuality, especially for an eleven year old, but that kid was different in the same way Kurt is different. It made me sort of long for a fic where Kurt and Blaine meet not as adorable 5 year olds, but in middle school, in that delightfully awkward age where boys and girls are still gross and have cooties, maybe. It’s very confusing.
It also made me want a fic comparing the life of 12 year old Kurt to 12 year old Blaine, because I imagine those are two very different stories.
2. The world is changing, man. While the kids where waiting for the bus, I let them draw on the white board. I’ve had fifth and sixth grade all week, and one of the girls was giving one of the boys a hard time, because she knew he liked someone in the class. He wouldn’t tell her who, though, so she started writing random names of classmates on the board and drilling him on who he liked.
She put both male and female names, and the boy was so completely nonchalant about that, it was sort of amazing. It ended up he liked one of the girls, but he totally didn’t care that there were boy options as well. There was no “I must prove I am not gay and/or prove that I am manly!” it was just “whatevs I like girls” and I was so impressed by that. I don’t know if it was because he was eleven and didn’t think about it or what, but it was awesome and I was proud.
3. For my followers who have little ones: Beware the Storybook Wolves is an adorable children’s book (I’d recommend it for about 2nd or 3rd graders) where the wolves of a storybook come out and want to eat a little boy, and he enlists other storybook characters to help him. Because queerness is the topic of the day, I thought I’d point out that at one point the fairy godmother messes up, and instead of banishing the wicked wolf, she puts him in Cinderella’s dress and sends him to Cinderella’s ball. The best part is? The (male) wolf loves the dress, and spends the night dancing with Prince Charming. I thought it was great, and I also thought I’d share it with you guys.
4. Today I had recess duty, and the kids were outside. There were two games of basketball going on at the same time on the same court (because sports! And why not) and it was wild and sort of chaotic.
One of the developmentally disabled kids wandered onto the court, and just stood in the middle of the court, oblivious, while the other kids pounded the pavement around him.
Three of the boy stopped the game, pulled the kid off the court, and started playing a different game with him elsewhere where he wouldn’t get hurt. I thought that was one of the kindest things I’d seen in a while, so I thought I would share it.
The next generation is shaping up to be awesome, you guys.
I keep getting ideas for small fics and I have ZERO time to write them WOE
when someone reblogs something you made and you rush to check their blog but they didn’t write any fun commentary in the tags
for anyone who wants in.
In a universe where triad (three-person) marriages are considered the cultural ideal and are also arranged by the government, Blaine spends most of senior year hoping and planning that he’ll be assigned to marry Kurt and Rachel.
Instead, he’s assigned to Tina and Sam, all of whom are great friends but don’t really want to be married to each other.
Meanwhile, in New York, Kurt and Rachel are assigned to each other, but instead of Blaine, they’re assigned to some New Jersey kid by the name of Elliot.
Kurt and Blaine still love each other. Tina still loves Blaine. Sam is still straight, Blaine is still gay. Hummelberrygilbert is…equally interesting to consider, especially when it turns out Kurt and Rachel genuinely like Elliot, even though they planned to hate his guts on principle.
I cannot decide if it’s more in character for Tina to text Sam a picture of her own breasts in an effort to make his girlfriend, who she hates, to break up with him.
Or if it’s funnier for her to send him a picture of man-boobs instead.
Of if I should take a third option, have Sam think they’re Tina’s boobs, break up with the awful girlfriend (because bros man) only to have Blaine point out that those aren’t Tina’s breasts (he’s her best gay, he knows) and those, in fact, look like man boobs.
HELLO BEAUTIFUL FOLLOWERS, all 108 of you, I assume that number doesn’t include my baby spambots that I ignored but of course they are welcome to participate as well although idk what kind of fic I would be able to produce about various weight loss plans or naked ladies but…
HOW DID I MISS THIS I SUBMIT MYSELF 8 TIMES
I loved loved loved Elliot in this episode, and that’s in part because he interacted with damn near everyone, and in one swift movement made New York feel like an actual PLACE, like Lima, instead of just “ooh small world where Kurt, Rachel, and Santana interact with each other and other people, but the other people never meet or touch or interact”